Fat Bastard

Had one of those days. Came home to a messy house, a dismissive daughter and an absent husband. 

Decided to lie in bed an read a good book. 

Had a little cry and got warm.

Got a message from a friend and felt a bit better.

I told my husband what was on my mind. He listened, didn't talk. 

Then husband cooked a lush dinner, daughter came and cuddled me while I finished the good book and we watched a silly film while I sipped a glass of Fat Bastard.

And I thought of you. My friends who know me.

I am blessed. 

And I thought of how brilliant it will be when we drink a bottle of it together. 

And now I'm listening to husband huffing and puffing at the online poker game and his frustration at his own playing.

And it's making me smile.